"How is it?" Cang Yue looked at the person in front of her. "Did you remember anything?"
The company building's power was out, and the office lights couldn't be turned on. Cang Yue was illuminating the office desk before her with a flashlight, trying to help Zhao Shuang see it clearly. On the desk were disheveled documents, a few inkless pens, a thermos in the corner with unfinished water, and an opened drawer revealed half a pack of candied fruit, which Cang Yue, of course, dared not eat.
Zhao Shuang examined the desk by the flashlight's beam. She had only forgotten parts of her memory; she naturally still remembered her own desk. But this didn't seem to help her memory much. Zhao Shuang observed the desk for a long time but couldn't recall anything related to that day—October 1st. Helplessly, she shook her head at Cang Yue, indicating that she couldn't remember anything.
